February 2011
5 posts
You’re perfect. Just not perfect for me.
Letting go wasn't something I wanted to do, it was...
I hate having one of those days where you have too...
And all you do is think. You think about everything and anything. Then you start to doubt a lot of things, and have second thoughts. You realize that you’re actually pretty alone, regardless of the amount of friends you have. You realize that you don’t feel sad, but lonely. Wishing that someone would just call you up, or ask you how your day was. Or just talk to you because they want to, not...
